The difference between U.S. and English police dramas.
No doubt you thought it clever to secrete pygmy bushmen under Dame
Abernathy's writing desk, instructing them to bludgeon her kneecaps
with curare-infused cricket bats, but you made one fatal error when
you left your Wellies on the 10:15 overnight out of Lancashire, placing
you at the scene of the crime.
By Jove. I'm afraid you have me.
Congratulations, men, for shooting the guy that shot that other guy.
The end.